“Not now,” Daniel said.
Madison ignored him. Her eyes remained on mine.
“I didn’t know about the scars.”
I almost laughed. Not because it was funny, but because pain sometimes reached for strange exits.
“You knew he was married,” I said.
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“You knew he moved money.”
“I thought—” She stopped. Her confidence, the bright, cruel shine she had worn beside Jason, was gone. “He told me you had signed everything willingly. He told me you wanted out but were too proud to admit it. He said he was protecting the company from a messy divorce.”
“That sounded believable to you?”
Her lips trembled slightly. “I wanted it to.”
There was more honesty in that sentence than I expected, and I hated that it mattered.
Daniel touched my elbow gently. “Iris.”
Madison lowered her voice. “There’s something you should know.”
Jason looked up then, as if he had felt the words leave her mouth.
